Meglodisiac

Chloe twisted around in front of her mirror to check the overall effect of the 6th outfit she had put on in half an hour. What would his first impression of her be? What would he expect her to wear? The instruction in his last email had been as explicit as it was ultimately vague,

"Put on the sexiest dress or skirt and top you own. Under it I expect to find stockings or hold-ups and your raunchiest bra & thong. We'll start with the best of what you've got, after that you can work on dressing for me."

Underwear had been easy enough. She'd bought some hold-ups – black, 30 denier, with a rose embroidered on her inner thigh – an extravagance but she wanted to impress "Meglodisiac" the online handle for the man she'd been corresponding with for 2 months. Along with those she wore a pair of black lace French knickers that showed her arse off, but were more flattering than a thong and a hot pink bra that was visible, along with her modest cleavage, beneath the deep V of her top. The top was black and would have looked harsh against her milk-white skin if it weren't for that sexy splash of pink. Her skirt was black too, a flippy, little thing that she'd bought on a whim, months ago and never worn. It hugged her tiny waist and kissed the tops of her buttocks, before flaring slightly over her hips. It fell only half way down her thighs, much shorter than Chloe would normally wear. The movement of it concerned her – maybe it would flip up and expose her stocking tops to the world? It definitely qualified as the sexiest thing in her wardrobe though. She completed the look with knee-high black leather boots and vampy, khol-eyed make-up with a slick of glossy fuchsia lipstick. Chloe looked at the clock – 8pm – under no circumstances could she be one minute late. She pulled a brush through thick, chestnut curls and grabbed her coat and handbag.

It had been 3 months ago Chloe had first posted her personal ad. She'd dated a number of men but none of them had called to her soul the way this one did. She'd always fantasized about a man who could really take control in the bedroom. Always been attracted to cocky, swaggering men who turned out to have nothing more feral under the surface than a desire to be cooked and cleaned for. This time Chloe had decided to try her luck at finding someone who she could live out her fantasies with. The ad had been brief and succinct, posted on a personals page for alternative tastes.

"Female sub, 26, seeks male dom for long-term, monogamous relationship. Will give myself completely to Mr Right. No timewasters."

She's received a number of replies from various men, most of whom simply got a kick out of humiliating and degrading women. Meglodisiac had been the only one to stand out. Ten years her senior and an experienced dom, the reasons for his taste in sexual activity were the same as her own. He dominated consenting women because he knew he was giving them something they had a burning need for. He understood that their submission to him gave them intense pleasure and his mastery of them was therefore an act of love. He talked explicitly about restraining her and teasing her from head to foot before bringing her to a thundering climax. He imagined holding her down and taking her with the force required to rip a really hard orgasm through her body. His understanding of the fulfilment he could give her touched Chloe deeply. She found herself confessing her darkest desires to him, exposing her soul as unashamedly as if she had stripped and spread herself at his feet. Their messaging moved away from the personals page to private email and gathered pace and intensity. Some of the thoughts he sent her shocked her deeply. All of them made her soaking wet. She trembled before her computer as he suggested tying her, whipping her, blindfolding her, throwing her down and using her to self-indulgently make himself cum, calling her names, telling her how dirty she was. Chloe never imagined being immobilised with lust, unable to move or speak for fear of giving her self away to her colleagues but she was as captive to his words as if he had gagged her and bound her to her chair. That was what he did to her. That was the force of his will. Meeting became inevitable, she had to see him. They had swapped pictures and arranged a date, time and place; everything they had said to each other was about to culminate in tonight's rendezvous. Chloe still didn't know his name. Everything was unfolding on his terms and she was content to have it so.

Just as long as she wasn't late. She had commandeered her best mate and arranged for him to drive her. Andrew had been her friend for years and was now her business partner. 6 feet tall, with a lean body and wiry, manic energy, he powered the company single-handedly and was incredibly motivational to work with. Homosexual but in a curiously masculine fashion, there was nothing remotely camp about him. He had a boyfriend eight years his junior and by all accounts was blissfully happy. Andrew was one of the most punctual people she knew but that didn't stop Chloe threatening him with fates worse than death if he turned up one minute behind schedule. He knew she was meeting someone from the internet but had no idea what kind of site they had met on or what they had discussed. It was hard to get across her sense of urgency without appearing completely insane. Chloe would never normally worry over-much about a few minutes and when the two of them went anywhere, if they were late, it was invariably her fault. Fortunately Andrew was just pulling up outside as she locked her front door. Chloe realised that she had been holding her breath.

"Bloody Hell, Cinderella, check you out." He rolled down the window as the car came to a stop beside her. She was suddenly self-conscious.

"Just because I slouch round the office in jeans, doesn't mean I've forgotten how to be a girl." She snapped. The media company she worked for had something of a relaxed dress code and Chloe had never seen the point of dressing up for a pc monitor. Smart jeans and a designer shirt and trainers said loudly to the world 'I work my way. I will not suck up to you and if you don't like it, tough luck.' It had never failed her but now Chloe realised just how out of practice she was at wearing skirts and heels. She tried and failed to get in the car gracefully.

"I'm going to take a picture for tomorrow's daily sport." Andrew announced. "They'll love you, you're not even pissed yet." He stopped teasing when he turned and saw the apprehension on her face. "Relax." He rubbed her shoulder. "This is a date. Dates are fun, remember? This guy will have to be blind and gay not to fall at your feet when you walk through the door. If he doesn't, you'll just have to apply corporate protocol number one. Altogether now..." He raised his arms as if conducting an orchestra,

"Never, ever give a fuck because there's always something better round the corner!" They chorused. She smiled at him gratefully.

"Of course he might take one look at me and be too intimidated to approach you. I couldn't blame him for that." Andrew checked his reflection in the rear-view mirror. "How old did you say he was?"

"Thirty-six. But I've never gone for younger men." Chloe checked the time on her mobile, "Can we go now I've had my pep-talk?"

"Good grief, you're not supposed to be on time! You're going to look ridiculously keen at this rate."

"Just drive the car and let me worry about that."

The bar was busy, but not over-crowded. Still feeling somewhat alien in her skirt, Chloe went and bought drinks for her and Andrew. She got a double-vodka tonic for courage and gave him his mineral water.

"There you go, now run along and play at being inconspicuous." She stretched up to kiss him on the cheek. "I do appreciate you playing chaperone you know." He took the drink and pulled his mobile phone out with his other hand.

"Buttons to Cinderella... Buttons to Cinderella... The area is secure. Repeat, the area is secure. Standing down but will remain on tactical alert. Do you read me?"

"I read you. Now bugger off. Over and out." He wandered off to sit alone. Chloe resolutely stamped on the urge to follow him and found a seat in a secluded booth from where she could watch the door without being too obvious. She checked the time again; zero minus 10mins and counting.

At exactly 8.30pm he walked through the door. She recognized him from his picture but the picture had just been a face shot. The man was over six feet tall and solidly built. His close cropped hair was Sandy colored and beneath it a pair of pale, wolf eyes scanned the room. He saw her. Saw her staring. Waiting for him. Chloe felt completely naked, transparent. This man was privy to thoughts she'd never, ever uttered aloud and looking at him now she knew she had given him a part of her soul. In his eyes she could see a whole side of her personality that she had never been confronted with before. With absolute, helpless certainty she knew that she could conceal nothing from this man, he already knew more about her than she did herself. A point of heat started to gather between her legs, blossoming up through her belly. He walked over to where she was sitting and with sudden panic, Chloe realized that she couldn't stand up, didn't trust herself not to shake from head to foot. She was still staring, transfixed by him. With Herculean effort, she arranged her features into something approaching a welcoming smile and prepared herself to speak.

"Hello." He smiled and introduced himself. Her discomposure was obvious and he seemed amused by her vain attempt to conceal it. He waited politely for her to speak.

"Hello." She managed. Slightly more together, she raised herself off her seat, resting one hand on the table, just in case. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"What are you drinking?" He asked.

"Vodka tonic." She replied, absently. He walked away.

What was that? What on Earth had just happened to her? Chloe's common sense came out of its corner fighting. To be this awed by the man was dangerous. She should go and find James and go home. How had he managed to walk into the room and make her dissolve into a pool of pheromone on the floor? He had such a hold over her, instantaneously. Chloe's addled brain cranked through its gears to answer her own question. She had done this to herself, given him control. She had spent weeks placing herself in his hands, never imagining that sending him her fantasies by way of exploring them would mean relinquishing all of her composure in his presence. A noise that she hadn't been listening to stopped. Bewildered, she looked at her phone and saw she had a message. She opened it.

"What R U doin sittin there open mouthed? U need 2 get out more often girl, this 1s nonthin 2 look @. U want rescuin, just shout." Andrew. Recovering somewhat, Chloe sent a reply,

"Wen I want 2 d8 androgynous teenage boys I'll come & ask u advice. U wouldn't know a man if he tripped & fell on u knob. Wen I wan2 b rescued I'll ask. Luv u x." Two drinks appeared on the table under her nose. Chloe looked up.

They chatted about everything and nothing. Work and family and everything in between, Chloe gradually began to feel at ease and relax. Meglodisiac usually answered to Sam. He was intelligent and articulate. He was also warm-hearted and seemed genuinely interested in her – not just her sexual preferences. When the conversation moved on eventually to sex it was an abrupt transition. He turned to her, without warning and looked her in the eye.

"I like what you've worn for me, what are you wearing underneath?" She told him. He spoke again. "Go to the ladies and take off your knickers. I want to see how wet they are." Chloe felt the heat rising in her face as she got up and walked to the toilets. She shut herself in a cubicle and took off the lacy black French knickers. The gusset was soaked, it shocked her how wet she was. She stared at them, her mind reeling. If she gave them to him now, it would effectively be the point of no return. They would both know she was sat there naked under her skirt. If she gave him her underwear it would mean making the decision to sleep with him. The scrap of material sat in her hand, getting heavier as she weighed up the enormous risk of going home with a man she hardly knew against the pulsing need burning between her thighs. For the first time, she was in the presence of a man who understood her needs and wanted to fulfil them. Chloe didn't think she could wait another day. It occurred to her that he was still waiting in the bar. She closed her fist around the knickers and walked back to where Sam sat. She could feel the air against her clit, just enough to tease more wetness from her as she crossed the room. She was light-headed with it all by the time she sat down beside him. Very deliberately, she opened her hand and dropped the undies into his lap. He picked them up and examined them under the table before putting them into his pocket.

"You are really turned on aren't you?" He said. Sam moved closer until their legs were touching. "I bet you're so wet now you'd let me finger you in front of everyone in the pub." His hand moved slowly up her thigh until his middle finger made contact with her pussy. He traced a line around it and she shivered involuntarily. "I Thought so." His lips were millimetres from her ear. "I think you'd better phone your friend." She nodded and waited for him to remove his hand. He didn't. "Go on." He said. His finger ran up and down her outer lips. She decided to call Andrew while she could still speak. He picked up on the first ring.

"Cinderella, I think your perimeter has been compromised. He's sitting incredibly close to you." She could hear the grin in his voice.

"Pervert." The finger under her skirt was joined by another, gently pushing her lips apart. She opened her legs slightly and tilted her pelvis towards Sam.

"So do you need rescuing? I can practice my kick-boxing on him."

"Aah." Sam had just found her clit. "No. I don't need rescuing, in fact that's why I'm phoning you." Chloe bit her lip as he teased her.

"Oh no. Not MY fag-hag. You are not going home with him. You don't know who the fuck he is."

"I know, but I'm still going home with him." She cringed, knowing he would be deeply upset. Sam took her free hand and placed it on the rock hard bulge in his trousers. She started stroking him through the cloth and he responded by pushing a finger inside her, massaging the hot, wet, centre of her need. She was red-faced with the effort of not betraying herself. "I've been talking to him for months."

"I don't care. I don't want you to do this. You'll be raped, murdered and dumped in an alley." He was half out of his seat.

"I won't. Please calm down. Do you think I haven't considered that? I've got to know this guy really well." Another finger slipped inside her and his thumb moved against her clit. She had to end this conversation, fast. "I'll text you tonight and call you in the morning ok? I'm really grateful you came with me." His fingers were scissoring inside her and his thumb pressed harder and faster. She willed him to put down the phone.

"I am not happy about this, Chloe. You be careful. Make damn sure he uses protection." He hung up and marched out of the bar without looking at them. Chloe exhaled with a sigh. Her hand moved faster on his cock as her climax built and she put her hand over her mouth as she came. Sam pushed his fingers hard into her, as far as they would go as she gripped the table top and pressed onto them. When she was calm again he pulled out of her body and used the knickers she had given him to wipe his hand. Chloe looked at her own and saw that it had teethmarks in it. She was still stroking him but he closed his hand around her own and stopped her.

"We're going to leave in a minute." Sam took hold of the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss. Chloe's eyes closed as her arms went round him instinctively. She was drunk on her climax, oblivious to everyone else in the world. His free hand moved over her breasts and down to her waist. She arched her back towards him as they kissed like teenagers, completely helpless. After what seemed like years, he praised his lips away from hers. She caught her breath and slowly opened her eyes, knowing they were glazed with lust. His saliva was smeared around her mouth and her nipples were straining towards him through her clothes. He could bend her over the table right now and she wouldn't prevent him. Sam looked over the state he'd got her into almost casually.

"I am going to enjoy you." He said quietly. He stood and offered her his hand.

Chloe's mind was still reeling, was she expected to actually walk now? She took the paw that this bear of a man was holding out to her and got up. He drew her close to him and put his arm around her shoulders, supporting her while she found her feet. They walked out into the car park together and the cool night air hit her face. It forced her out of her shell-shocked bubble. She could not get into this man's car, anything could happen to her. Chloe tried to disentangle herself, to step away from Sam. Reluctantly he let her go. She lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

"I can't do this." She said, "I don't know you and I can't do this." Her eyes were wide with an equal mix of fear and hunger. She wrapped her arms protectively around herself and took another step backwards.

"I know you." He replied. "I know your thoughts." Sam raised his voice slightly, "I know you fantasize about being raped by a stranger, fucked hard from behind with your face to an alley wall." Her mouth fell open and she looked around wildly in case anyone passing had heard. That had been her most secret, shameful confession to him. "You say it. You repeat to me exactly what you wrote." Sam's face was utterly impassive.

"I dream about being forced. I have fantasies where a faceless stranger grabs me as I pass an alley and drags me down it. He throws me against the wall and puts a knife to my throat. The man rips at my clothes, telling me what a slut I am and that he knows I'm going to like it. He shoves himself into me with his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming. I cum hard as he thrusts and swears at me. He leaves me there when he's finished, just tells me to count to twenty and walks away." Her eyes closed as she spoke, visualizing the scenario. As if hypnotized, her folded arms fell gently to her sides. Sam took a step towards her and his tone was triumphant.

"You want this. You have been daydreaming and playing with yourself for years over this stuff. If you don't want me to take you home right now and give you the fucking of your life, Chloe, you will look me in the eye and say so." She was trembling now, a thin, almost indiscernible trail of fluid moving down her inner thigh to dampen the band of her hold-up stocking. She tried to meet his eyes and couldn't so she focused on his feet instead. Her mouth opened and closed but she didn't speak. He spoke again more quietly.

"I know you. Because I know you I am not going to do anything to you that you haven't already specifically asked for. Your boundaries have been dictated to me time and time again. Do you not think that if I wanted to rape and murder a girl I could do that without spending months chatting to her first? I want you. I want you because your fantasies complement mine and we are in a position to give each other exactly what they need most. Am I right, Chloe?" Her shoulders sagged as the fright and uncertainty left her.

"You are right, Sam." She looked positively relaxed.

"Wonderful. Now get in the car." The control was back in his voice again. She recognized it at once now and was happy to comply. They drove away into the night.

Sam's house was dark and quiet when they arrived. He held the door open for her before leading her through the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom. He did not switch on any lights but Chloe was no longer apprehensive. He backed her against the wall and kissed her again, pressing his body against her. She went to embrace him but he took her hands and held them above her head. His lips moved over her throat to her breasts and she strained against her pinioned wrists as she lifted her body towards him. He bit her nipples lightly through her clothes and heard her gasp at the sensation. She parted her legs and he pressed his knee into her pussy, almost lifting her from the floor. Then without warning Sam completely withdrew and went to sit on the bed. She followed but he raised a hand to stop her. He let her stand there, confused for a moment before he spoke.

"I want you to strip for me. Show yourself off. It's time I saw what I'm getting." He reached over and switched on a bedside lamp which cast a low light over the room. Chloe gathered her thoughts and took hold of the hem of her top. She felt self conscious and started to blush again. Then, with sudden decisiveness she lifted it over her head and shook out her hair. She twisted the top around her wrists and stood there as if they were bound for a second. The action lifted her breasts in their hot pink bra and threw out her backside. She saw the bulge in his trousers twitch and took it as a compliment before untwisting her hands and dropping the top on the floor. Next, she turned her back to him and bent over to touch her toes. Her short little skirt rode up to expose her naked pussy, glistening with her juices. Her hand snaked between her legs to part her lips for his inspection.

"I didn't tell you to touch yourself." The natural dominance in Sam's tone wasn't enough to disguise his arousal. Chloe obediently withdrew her hand and straightened up. She put two fingers in her mouth to clean them and looked back over her shoulder, wanting to see for herself that he was turned on. As ever, his face was impassive but his eyes gleamed with naked anticipation. It made her feel in that moment that the balance of power had shifted. Look at what she could do to him! She took the waistband of her skirt in both hands and rolled it slowly down over her legs, over her stockings, until she was bent double again with her arse tilted out towards his face. She heard him exhale sharply, trying to master himself. Chloe moved her hips in a slow circle and then stood up again, kicking the skirt away. Her hands snaked behind her back to unfasten her bra and she pulled her shoulders in, letting the straps fall, before freeing herself of it and letting it fall. She cupped her breasts and spun to face Sam, offering them to him. He got his first full frontal view of her, naked except for stockings and boots. Her soft pale skin contrasted with pink nipples, swollen and erect. Her trimmed pubic hair was dark and wet. Her hands moved down over her belly and hips as she stepped over and placed a booted foot on the edge of the bed, right beside him. Her whole body displayed under his nose with her legs spread either side of his feet. Stripping for a fully clothed man like this, his total focus on her, was incredible. She moved to unzip her boot.

"No. You can leave those on." He pulled her down into his lap and took a nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth while his other hand roamed over her backside. His bone hard erection pressed up towards her through the cloth of his trousers and she pushed down against it, feeling the rounded head of him against her clit. He bit into the flesh of her breast and she cried out in pain and shock. He looked her in the eye as a fresh rush of wetness ran out of her. No longer caressing, his hands gripped her tightly, possessively. Sam's voice was stern, "Don't cheat. I said don't touch yourself. Rubbing against my cock like a bitch in heat is the same fucking thing. I think you'd better suck me off to take temptation out of your way." He pushed her off of his lap and onto the floor.

He was so hard and turned on that it didn't take very long. Chloe freed him from his clothes and flicked her tongue up and down his shaft, lapping up the pre-cum on the tip. Then she took him deep into the back of her mouth and Sam held her hair at the back of her head so he could see what she was doing. She cupped and caressed his balls. Chloe moved up and down his whole length and he pressed on her neck as she did so, forcing more of his cock into her as he got closer to climax. His eyes closed and he was lost in it.

"That's it, that's good. I'm going to bring out the slut in you, Chloe. You are naked at my feet, sucking my cock, shocked at yourself but you love it. You are the wettest you have ever been because deep down you're a slut. From now on you are MY slut. I am going to release your slut, drag her out from under your inhibitions and fuck her rigid. One night with me and you're already a filthy, dirty, strip-teasing, cock-sucking whore." His voice was still controlled, every word an absolute promise. When he came, he pushed her down hard, lifting his hips and angling his thrust right to the back of her throat. She swallowed valiantly, her body shuddering with the effort of pleasing him, moaning onto his cock. He was right, everything he had said was true, she was more turned on sucking his dick than she had been during full sex with other men. Nothing but him, his cock and his orgasm existed for her now. She had her hands on his knees, bracing herself, intent on taking him as deep as she could. Sam eventually quietened and released his grip on her neck but he held her in place and after a moment she understood and began to roll him around her mouth, cleaning him with her tongue, swallowing all trace of his cum. She wondered what was going to happen next. Finally, he let her pull away.

Sam's next move had been to blindfold Chloe and tie her down on the bed, a limb to each corner, her small frame spread wide open. He had removed her boots and stockings. She had heard him leave the room but he had not come back again. She tried to guess how many minutes it had been. Ten? Fifteen? Ten at least. The blindfold was a good one, she could see absolutely nothing at all. She had no idea what the time was either, which only added to her sense of disorientation. She could hear movement downstairs so she knew he hadn't actually left the house. Part of her wanted to call him, just to hear his voice but she didn't. Her arms began to ache and her neck was still sore from giving him the blowjob earlier. He pussy was still throbbing hard between her legs, pleading with her to touch it. His footsteps were moving towards the stairs and she listened, eagerly, as he climbed them. He was moving slowly, carefully, towards the room. She heard him kick the door open with his foot and put something down on the bedside table she remembered seeing. Her anticipation grew as she listened to him strip, his belt buckle sliding open and his clothes hitting the floor. Two fingers closed around her erect nipple.

"Look at my slut. Your body is already begging for me." Chloe didn't care any more what he called her, what he did to her. She had to cum. She was going to die soon if she didn't. Even that casual touch jack-knifed down her spine. He kissed her gently and her mouth opened beneath him like a flower but behind his teeth he had an ice cube and the shock of it made her jump. He trailed it over her chin and throat and deposited it on the nipple he'd touched before. She was gasping and wriggling but couldn't shake it off her body. Sam took a cube in each hand and teased her mercilessly, running them all over her body. He knelt over her and put an ice cube to her lips.

"Open your mouth." He instructed. Chloe did so and the cube was removed and replaced with the head of his cock. She started to suck his head gently and while she was distracted Sam reached back and shoved the ice cube a good way into her pussy with his thumb. Her hips flew up as far as her bonds allowed her and she turned her head away from his cock as she cried out for fear of biting him. The freezing cube in her hot cunt was unbearable. Chloe writhed around futilely until it melted. She was left gasping and shaking. Sam got up off the bed and she heard something else being picked up from the table as he moved round between her legs. He took a gulp of something, and then another. Then her pussy erupted as his tongue pressed hard against her clit. He had been drinking tea and his tongue was like a flame on her. Once again she thrashed about involuntarily and once again it was completely futile. He flicked over her scorched clit and she moaned his name. He brought his hot lips around her cunt, probing with his tongue. Sam was having to grip her buttocks to keep her in place. He sucked on her clit and pressed down and Chloe convulsed in the beginning of the strongest climax of her life. She was pushing back against him now, yelling and cumming, her back arched, her whole body white-hot with it. But there was still one thing she needed.

"Please...Sam...please fuck me. I have to have your cock inside me...NOW...please!" Her voice was a low growl, totally out of control. She could not stay still. With shameless relief, she felt him get up on the bed and grab her hips, she felt the head of his cock on her pussy.

"Do you hear yourself begging for my cock? I want to hear you say it, Chloe." He pressed a little harder. She moaned with the shock of what she was about to say.

"I am your slut. My slut belongs to you. Please..." He shoved himself into her. He had to use real force, her cunt was so tight from her climax. He groaned as it clamped around him and started thrusting hard and fast, giving her exactly what she'd asked for, nailing her to the bed. How any woman could be as wet as she was and still so fucking tight? It was exquisite. He slammed her harder and ripped off her blindfold. She looked up, dazzled into those pale, wolf eyes and they connected completely before she threw back her head with a primal scream, dripping with sweat, squirting all over his cock as her body milked it to orgasm. He held her down by her shoulders as he came, ramming himself still deeper into her, filling her with semen. He fought the impulse simply to collapse on top of her and instead untied Chloe's arms and legs. She stretched like a cat and curled up into his arms, they kissed and snuggled up together.

"Happy?" Sam asked.

"Oh yes. Both of us are." She replied with a smile.